Luyện nghe bài hát Nightlights

Be exalted over my reputation,
'Cause is a poor form of soul medication.

And I've it for years, but my symptoms remain:
Still fretting the day that misplace my name,
Still selling my soul for fame.
Treating the of Jesus like a well oiled machine,
Advancing His kingdom just to some acclaim.

Now, I'm both comforted and haunted it isn't just me though.
I see a nation of people needing to their own egos,
Parading like steeples.
Do we not it's evil to love ourselves more than both God and His people?

But see, here's you turn this poem on it's head,
'Cause the greatest among us came as instead,
And You Yourself to the point of Your death.
Apparently love for the Father's glory red.

So friends, will we to the Son till our own flames grow dim?
Will our bright become merely night-lights near Him?
Words once, let them echo again:
Be Thou exalted my reputation.